
Last night I told the kids before bed that today we would go to the mall and get daddy a cookie cake for his birthday but that it was a secret so don’t tell him! •••••••••••• I didn’t think he’d still be at home when they woke up, but he was. Bennett promptly walked into the bathroom where Preston was showering and whispered “cookie cake” through the shower door. •••••••••••• Later Preston and I were talking about the impending storm and I told him to make sure there wasn’t supposed to be hail. Everly overheard our conversation and said “Mom, don’t tell him about the cookie cake!” Happy birthday Preston! We love you even though some of us are terrible secret keepers.